Revenge... (Clinton Cave.) 16+

15.

Clinton's POV//

I blink in disbelief, then lower my brows in anger. "Get back here!" I was now stood in the doorway of the bathroom, watching her enter her room. 

"I'm busy." She turned and glanced over at me with a sudden look of disgust, that stupid innocent gaze now smothering her dark eyes. I narrow my eyes on hers, shaking my head. "How dare you." I spat, "How dare you test my fuckin limits, huh." I walk towards her. She still stared at me with a slight smug smirk. "I do what I like." She spat back. "If you don't like that, you know where my house is, take me back." She ends.

I grit my teeth whilst clicking my knuckles, "Wanna walk out here alive or in a wooden box?" I threaten. 

"Clinton!" I hear Christian's voice arise from the silence. "Don't scare her like that." He spoke. I sigh and look over to the direction of the voice. "Why do you care? You fucking her too?" I tilt my head to the side, seeing Christian lower his brows.

"You're my best friend, I wouldn't do that to you." I roll my eyes as I heard these words. "Clinton, go lie down, you're drunk." He demands coyly. I glance back over towards Marie. "Time will come, slut." I threaten before turning on my heel and stumbling towards my bedroom.

//Marie's POV//

I gulp and watch Clinton move over towards his bedroom, my eyes then landing on Christians'. "Thanks, but I don't need your damn protection." I glare at him and open my bedroom door, turning to walk inside. "You really don't know who you're messing with, Marie." I hear Christian hush lowly. "Clinton Cave will end both your life and your families." I listen for a moment before turning towards him. 

"I've got nothing to lose now have I, huh?" I remark. "Aubrey is a slut who left me, my dads ruining jobs and lives, and me, I'm just a fuckin loner, how sad and pathetic." I grunt. "Hey." Christian spoke with a harsh tone, walking into my room and pulling me in with him.

"You always had me and you knew it." He whispers in my ear, hoping that Clinton would never hear. "So quit with your selfish act." He closed the door behind us quietly. "Sure Aubrey was a slut, but I loved her. And he slutty ways were in the past." He lowers his brows, myself now shaking my head.

"You don't know shit." I growl. "I spent time with her 24 god-damn 7." I continue. "She had 7 more boys on speed-dial, and we both know it. If you broke up with her, she would have a rebound in seconds." I close my eyes and let out a heaved sigh. "You don't deserve that, okay. You fucking don't." I pause for a moment.

"I was gonna tell you before prom, but little did I know she was right there with you all the time that I felt the need to tell you." I look up into his eyes. Christian narrowed his eyes on mine, shaking his head. "Tell me what? That I don't deserve this? Falling in love every time I see her? Wanting to take her on special little dates to shopping and buy her favorite cookies and ice cream. Double chocolate cookies and Mint-choc-chip ice cream, by the way." I could feel tears struck my eyes, why was jealousy hitting in now, at this current moment in time. I wanted him to know these little things about me, not some little dumb bitch whom fucks half the football team.

"She cheated on you." I blurt out. "More than once, more than twice." I wrap the towel tighter around my body, his face now fallen.

"What." He blinks, myself now just staring up at him. "When, who with?"

I tilt my head and stay silent for a moment or two.

"Last year, Hannah's house party, with some guy from the football team." I sigh. "A couple months ago, Prom after party at Lucas's house, She ended up fuckin the host." I gulp. "Yesterday, fucking the bouncer. You do know she practically forced me to kiss that guy." 

"Riley, huh?" He mutters. I nod, smiling faintly. "Yeah."

"Great." I watch him grit his teeth. "Aubrey and I are... over." He sighed softly, letting his tense body relax. "I'm sorry." I mumble lowly. "I told you that you deserved better than her."

"What, someone like you?" I see him cockily smirk. My eyes lit up, myself then coughing. "I'm just kidding, you're too innocent for me." Christian glanced down at me, my eyes now meeting his. He winks. "Maybe spending time with good old Clinton will wash that outta ya." He joked.

I feel my cheeks flush, "Oh I'm far from innocent." I croak out one big fat lie. Who the fuck am I fooling?

Christian cocked his brow in return of my words. "Oh damn, Still that doesn't really change much, I'm Clinton's best friend, and if he caught me anywhere near you, he's gonna flip his shit and I'll be the one that gets transported outta here in a wooden box." He sighed. 

"Anyways. I'll leave you to change. I'll be downstairs, I'll fix you up with something to eat." I smile at his kind gesture. I nod. "Thank you." I thank, "I'll see you downstairs." I nod once more, watching him exit the room quietly. 

I grin to myself, it felt like a weight has been lifted from upon my shoulders, plus, its about time he knew, don't cha think?

//a few shorter chapters till we get into the real drama, enjoy (::::::: //

//END OF PART FIFTEEN!//

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